The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

Abuja, of a flood's nightly welcome Fires up fantasies and washes away sorrows Though cries of men and of babies spring forth thence

Here I'm sat on a pot, crossroads Between a dream and a fantasy Time stokes the boiling pot, and I Am caught between a tear and an or...

Last year, the two of us helped organize a White House summit on information disclosure policy. The preparatory material we sent out before...

You see, I have the most amazing gateman, Sule. He's quite good at what he says. He sweeps the compound and leaves the gathered rubbis...

I uncharacteristically woke late today. This means I missed church. So, I set about cleaning the house, doing the dishes, preparing lunch ...

Hot on the heels of the 2015 general elections are a string of lobbying, real politicking and power tussles leading to May 29th, when th...

It has been 146 days since the Majlis sent word around about the coming of the darkness. The note had come in scribbled Arabic; passed...